The Lord of Evil's icy, sonorous voice rang out, "I suggest you cooperate, even a mere soul can't escape from me, let alone a Necromancer who still has a physical body, albeit formless."
Saphen's voice echoed in fearful fury, "Who are you? Since we're on the same path, why go to such lengths to hinder me?"
The Lord of Evil answered disdainfully, "If my guess is correct, you were one of the four Dark Sorcerers from the Eight Dark Demons. Who are you? The Dark Demon? Evil Blood? Black Demon? Or the Witch's Soul?"
Saphen, having lived for thousands of years, slowly collected her wits after the Lord of Evil's words and asked in bewilderment, "How do you know I'm one of the Eight Demons? Who are you? Your aura is deeply hidden. I currently lack the energy to detect it."